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"Damn, that's another pair of shoes ruined," Lennard lamented to himself, tossing the pair he had just burst out of aside. He was preparing himself for a date and this was the last thing he wanted. Lennard got a good look at himself in the mirror, admiring his new figure. The science of transformation had come a long way since it had first been discovered. Lennard was among the few in trials for a new type of tf medication, one that would make the changes last much longer and much more pleasurable. Since the discovery of Pleasure Island, it was all the scientists wanted.
Lennard knew, though, that sobbing over shoes would do him no good. True, he had liked the pair he had just destroyed, but they weren't the first pair he had ripped, and his shoes weren't even the worst of his concerns. Since his tail had come in - it was now a fully-fledged donkey tail - pants and underwear had become increasingly irrational. He knew he wouldn't need them be needing them soon, he was pretty far along in his changes. In addition to his tail and newly hooved foot, he was also boasting long donkey's ears, a nose permanently flared and dyed a dark grey colour, a coating of flaxen body hair everywhere that was much thicker than before, and his five fingers had fused together into two thick limbs, each sporting a hooflet at their terminal. He was also very proud of the growth in his manhood.
A knock came at his door. "Almost ready," Lennard called out, pulling a thin, tight shirt over his body. Since he had grown more thick body hair, anything but the thinnest of material would make him itch intensely. He also liked them tight to show off his newly rippling muscles. Being a human-donkey hybrid definitely had his benefits.
His date knocked again. Lennard laughed a bit. His boyfriend was nothing if needy. Taking one last look at his apartment, he went to the door, leaving his shoes behind.
"Damn, that's another pair of shoes ruined," Lennard lamented to himself, tossing the pair he had just burst out of aside. He was preparing himself for a date and this was the last thing he wanted. Lennard got a good look at himself in the mirror, admiring his new figure. The science of transformation had come a long way since it had first been discovered. Lennard was among the few in trials for a new type of tf medication, one that would make the changes last much longer and much more pleasurable. Since the discovery of Pleasure Island, it was all the scientists wanted.
Lennard knew, though, that sobbing over shoes would do him no good. True, he had liked the pair he had just destroyed, but they weren't the first pair he had ripped, and his shoes weren't even the worst of his concerns. Since his tail had come in - it was now a fully-fledged donkey tail - pants and underwear had become increasingly irrational. He knew he wouldn't need them be needing them soon, he was pretty far along in his changes. In addition to his tail and newly hooved foot, he was also boasting long donkey's ears, a nose permanently flared and dyed a dark grey colour, a coating of flaxen body hair everywhere that was much thicker than before, and his five fingers had fused together into two thick limbs, each sporting a hooflet at their terminal. He was also very proud of the growth in his manhood.
A knock came at his door. "Almost ready," Lennard called out, pulling a thin, tight shirt over his body. Since he had grown more thick body hair, anything but the thinnest of material would make him itch intensely. He also liked them tight to show off his newly rippling muscles. Being a human-donkey hybrid definitely had his benefits.
His date knocked again. Lennard laughed a bit. His boyfriend was nothing if needy. Taking one last look at his apartment, he went to the door, leaving his shoes behind.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Donkey / Mule
Gender Male
Size 1128 x 1280px
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